well call me a demon and damn me to hell

[serpentslain]

who: shura & you
where: plaza
what: offering a few choice words to that friggin' coral
when: 3/23, anytime
style: starting in [action] but I'll run with anything!
status: open as Shura's drenched exorcist coat

[A very disgruntled-looking Shura pushes her drenched golden bangs out of her eyes with an equally soaked hand, muttering something obscene under her breath.

She doesn't have any qualms with water, but she generally likes to maintain some level of dryness. This whole soaked-to-the-bone ordeal really isn't her slice of cake.

She shrugs out of her dripping wet exorcist coat, which falls to the ground with a damp squish. Not like she ever enjoyed wearing the damn thing, anyway.

Her fingers brush across her collarbone for a moment — she has yet to notice the new mark now resting above the seal design snaking down her torso — as she considers drawing her sword, but she ultimately decides against it: better to see if the people in this place are friends or foes before revealing her weapon.

She arches her head up as she surveys the bubble, letting out a slow whistle of amazement as she does so.]

...Shit, I wouldn'ta drank so much last night if I knew this was gonna happen to me.
 

Comments

[lowlands]

[Ma'am, it looks like you are in need of a good samaritan. The Netherlands is not a good samaritan but he'll offer some necessary help for a price. You see, the Netherlands has been on the prowl for suckers new arrivals like you, good lady! With a towel in hand, he rushes to the stranger's side and offers it. Don't be too quick to grab it, he'll pull it back just in the nick of time; he wouldn't offer if there wasn't anything in it for him, after all.]

Hey, looks like you need help.

[serpentslain]

[Unfortunately for you, Shura is no sucker. She scratches at her damp hair in a rather unladylike manner as she takes stock of the newcomer, making no motion to take his towel just yet. She knows better than to owe anything to a stranger without knowing exactly what she's getting herself into.]

Depends. Who're you?

[keepsthefire]

[It's not uncommon for Rin to go wandering around the plaza out of sheer boredom most days, but he'd long since given up on anyone from his world showing up. Granted he'd only been there a couple of months, but that was enough for him to simply sigh and figure it wasn't going to happen if it hadn't yet.

But today the universe, or rather the bubble that is Vatheon, has decided to prove him wrong.

With her.

At first he merely passes by the area without much of a glance, but when the flash of red and blonde catches his eye he freezes in place and stares.]

Aw crap...

[Maybe if he moves reaaaally quietly behind a pillar she won't see him.]

[serpentslain]

[Was that a voice she just heard?

More specifically, the familiar 'Aw, crap!' of her boneheaded young apprentice?

Shura whirls around in the direction of the noise and quickly spots a sliver of Rin's person that didn't quite make it behind the pillar. She lets out a scoff — what kind of an idiot picks something like that as a hiding place? All someone would have to do is move about three feet to either side and he'd be in full view.

Still, if he wants to play games, so be it. She slinks towards him as silently as possible, waiting until she's right in front of the pillar blocking Rin's line of sight to pounce.

And pounce she does.]

Well, look what the cat dragged in!

[keepsthefire]

[Shit.]

Shit!

[He might be flailing a little. Give him a heart attack why don't you, Shura!]

[serpentslain]

[The flailing only cues Shura to grab a tighter hold of Rin's neck, crushing his face with her breasts as is her customary greeting.]

Nice to see you too, brat.

[keepsthefire]

[Ohgod, can't breathe. He tries to shove her off, but it's no use. She has a demon-like grip with those headlocks.]

What the hell are you doin' here, Shura?!

[Dumb question is dumb.]

Le'ggo!

[serpentslain]

[Shura lets out a vibrant cackle as she stands her ground with close to no effort against Rin's resistance. Is it just her, or has Rin gotten even worse at fighting her off than he used to be?]

Good question, since I don' know where the hell I am or how I got here.

[She sighs at Rin's stupidity and takes a few steps along the path in front of her, observing the architecture of some nearby buildings as she keeps an iron grip on him.]

What is this place?

[keepsthefire]

[And of course Rin is dragged along unwillingly, though he gives up flailing. It never works against her. Damnit.]

Vatheon.

[Yes, because the name of the place is totally the best explanation ever.]

[lowlands]

[Tch. Difficult type of woman. Not his favorite. This will be fun.]

Doesn't matter right now, does it?

[serpentslain]

[Fun indeed. Shiro always told her to keep an eye on strange men, especially strange men with really weird hairdos.]

Wouldn' matter at all if ya just told me.

[serpentslain]

The hell kinda name is that?

[She shakes her arms to emphasize her point, further compressing Rin's jugular.]

This some part of True Cross Mephisto never told us about, or what?

[lowlands]

[Wow, girl. Look at yourself in the mirror. He doesn't exactly see her as the naturally pure maiden.]

You should introduce yourself before asking somebody else for their name.

[serpentslain]

[Are you trying to imply something about Shura's outfit? It's just so she can move more deftly in combat, perv.]

If you insist.

[She offers a slightly more genuine smile.]

Shura Kirigakure, High Inspector, Upper First Class Exorcist.